User blog comment:Snowstripe the Fierce/The Mercenaries' War/@comment-1298206-20151017012538/@comment-1298206-20151103025041

''Two beasts tumbled about a yard away from where Abscon stood crouched in the underbrush. Suddenly, one of the beasts swung a claymore, which was just inches away from his face. Acting quickly, the stoat darted over to the nearest tree that overlooked the creatures who were entangled in a fight and pulled himself up onto the lowest limb before scurrying up a few feet higher.''